Ryder Paw Patrol Age Novels & Stories

Blaze was finally able to get the pups off of him. “Okay, daddy needs to go and do some work.” “Awe, daddy.” Ryder pouted. “Don’t pout, I’ll be home…tell ya what, I’ll be home in time for dinner, and we can have pizza, wings, cheese stixs and watch movies.” He suggested. “And icream.” Ryder bounced on his toes. “And cousys, auntweies and uncys?” River asked, clinging to Axel as he held her close to his side.

Lyra — Age 13 Blackwood Pack Territory, Alaska By the time Lyra Blackwood reached her thirteenth birthday, the endless expanse of Blackwood territory no longer felt like a ravenous beast ready to devour her. It still prowled at the edges of her awareness, but she no longer trembled at its roar.

She heard half of it when she sermons Jordane for not attending the last two rituals after she became eligible to go. Sixteen was the ripened age for the young wolves. The earlier they find their mate, the better for their community as it ushers the continual growth in numbers to the pack. “Tati is now seventeen. Her mate, Renald, is twenty. I heard they were going to get married once Tati reached eighteen. As for Dave, he is nineteen now.” Jordane pursed her lips. “What if it’s you and Dave, Liv? Would you still be excited to rip the bedsheets with him?”

Aside from me, there are other trustworthy and kind wolves who are willing to take care of the pups. "About thirty-five of them, we don't usually enforce pack education because some of our old members are satisfied with the old teaching methods. The pups we have here are at wolf's age, between the ages of five and eight. Some of the pups are not from our pack." Liza added as she pushed a toy out of our way.

"You can, yes. I am assuming this event will be held outside?" My eyes roll. "Well, from what little I know of werewolf Rites of Passages, there's a lot involved with strength tests and such, so yes." "You're right, I was just checking. So, make your list of the key points of this event. What are they?" What are they? Children aged 13-18 split into 13-15 and 16-18 Each pack can send up to three children each. Each child can bring five supporters/friends/family.

Aurora POV I’m just waiting for Ryder to come back with my so-called birthday present hoping it wasn’t anything too big as I’ll be very mad at him for even buying me something in the 1st place, he knows how much I hate my birthday since losing my father in the rouge war 8 years ago but due to it being my 18th I’ve agreed to allow him to give me a present this once. There was a loud knock on the door and before I could shout for them to come in, I saw the door burst open and in came Poppy really excited to see what Ryder had brought me for my birthday followed by Ryder, who I could see was carrying something very large. Ryder looked up at me with a big cheesy grin on his face and I just rolle

“We were hoping to run together after the party. “You might shift too, you know. I’ve heard of some wolves not shifting until they turn eighteen. But even if you don’t, both your dads would love for their pup to ride on their backs. Kaden would want you there too.” “You’ll be there. He won’t miss me. Tell him I said happy birthday and like I said, don’t wait up.”

"How come she isn't an active member?" "She's technically still a part of the pack, but active members actively defend our territory. At a certain age, you retire and only shift for pleasure." "So everyone at Norwood House now is—" "Active members," she finishes. "Yeah." Liam says, "Our oldest active member is turning thirty." "And you start at sixteen?" "You start defending at eighteen. It takes newbies a little to get used to their wolves and to learn to fight shifted." "So when Harvey is around thirty, he'll retire?"

I sniff at the air, smelling another youngling from my pack who, like me, just turned 18. In my pack, if you are younger than 100, you are considered a youngling. When you turn 18, you are allowed to take part in the ceremony held that year. During the ceremony, packs from around the area converge to one pack's land, and the younglings fight each other. The best fighter goes with the best pack, and the rest are dispersed by how well they fought. The pack member at my door is Molli Bray, a lower wolf who doesn't ever maintain eye contact for long. Molli opens the door and rushes over to where I am sitting in the window. She lowers her eyes to the floor, avoiding my gaze, before speaking.

"I'm not old. In human years I'm young. Very young. When someone is old they are around 60+ years old, respectfully of course." "Wow. Humans really live long." "How long do werewolves live?" "20 years? I don't know. I never met anyone over 20. But I remember mom telling me werewolves don't live for as long as humans. How long do humans live?" "It kinda depends. Some people live for over 100 years." "WOW!" He does act toddler. I guess he really is four. His reactions are cute though. Suddenly my stomach started rumbling. "Oh, I guess I'm hungry. You hungry too?" He nodded excitedly again. "Then I'll prepare your dinner and order pizza for me."